Sex and Dying In High Society Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
We got it on that way
We'd do anything to stay
And keep your money boys
Made of silver and goldAnd keep your pekingese, Turkish cigarettes
And your lighter that looks like a gun
So you marry your daddy
With a different nameThat's sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high societyThat pretty man of yours

The one hiding inside the director's clothes
The one who calls you dear
After banging away at you in the nightThat one's just got to go
Every time you look at him
You could almost fall asleep
And there's a masturbating
Getting underneath your beltThat's sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high societyAnd now you tell the maid
To burn you on your virgin back
With a curling iron
Hotter than hotYou say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say your pain is better
Than any kind of loveThat's sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society